O parrot, teller of secrets

May your beak not be empty of sugar

May your head be green and your heart be happy forever

For you have made a beautiful drawing of the beloved's writing

You spoke in secret with the friends

God will reveal the veil of this secret

Pour wine for us from the cup of the beloved

For we are sleepy, O awake fortune

What path was this that struck the curtain of the musician

So that the drunk and the sober dance together

From the opium that the cupbearer pours into the wine

The friends have neither head nor turban left

Alexander will not be forgiven for the water

This deed is not possible with force or wealth

Come and listen to the state of the people of pain

With few words and much meaning

Idol-making is the enemy of religion and hearts

O God, protect my heart and my faith

Do not tell the secrets of intoxication to the drunkards

Do not tell the story of the soul to the picture on the wall

By the blessing of the kingdom of the victorious king

Hafez became knowledgeable in the order of poetry

God has done for the servants

O God, protect us from its afflictions